“Very modest,” my sister remarks critically. “You’re out of black now. You’re a bride, not a widow. You should wear gowns of brighter colors. We’ll order some for you to choose.”

I love fine clothes, she knows that.

“And shoes,” she says temptingly. “We’ll have the cobblers come to you. You can have all the shoes you want now.” She sees my face and she laughs. “Now, you have much to do. You’ll have to arrange your household. I have half of England wanting to send their daughters to serve you. I’ve got a list of names. We can go through them after Mass.”

One of my ladies steps forward. “If you will forgive me, I have a favor to ask. If I may.”

“We’ll look at all the requests together, after chapel,” my sister rules.

I step into the gown and stand still while they tie the skirt, the bodice, and then hold the sleeves in place and thread the laces through the holes.

“I’ll send for our brother, William,” I say quietly to Nan. “I’ll want him here. And our uncle Parr.”

“Apparently we have family we never knew before. From all over England. Everyone wants to claim kinship to the new Queen of England.”

“I don’t have to give them all places, do I?” I ask.

“You’ll need people who depend on you around you,” she says. “Of course you would reward your own family. And I assume you’ll send for the Latimer girl, your stepdaughter?”

“Margaret is very dear to me,” I say, suddenly hopeful. “Can I have her with me? And Elizabeth my stepdaughter? And Lucy Somerset, my stepson’s betrothed? And my Brough cousin, Elizabeth Tyrwhit?”

“Of course, and I thought you’d appoint Uncle Parr to something in your household, and his wife, Aunt Mary, will come too, and our cousin Lane.”

“Oh, yes!” I exclaim. “I would want Maud with me.”

Nan smiles. “You can have whoever you want. Whatever you want. You should ask for everything you want now, in the early days, when everything will be granted you. You need people who are yours, heart and soul, around you to guard you.”

“Against what?” I challenge her as they put my hood on my head, as heavy as a crown.

“Against all the other families,” she whispers as she smooths my auburn hair in the golden net. “Against all the previous families who enjoyed their kinswoman’s patronage, and don’t want to be excluded now by a new queen: families like the Howards and Seymours. And you will need protection against the king’s new advisors, men like William Paget and Richard Rich and Thomas Wriothesley, men who have risen from nowhere and don’t want a new queen advising the king instead of them.”

Nan nods towards Catherine Brandon, who comes into the room carrying my small chest of jewels for me to make my choice. She lowers her voice. “And against women like her, wives of his friends, and any pretty lady-in-waiting who might be the next favorite.”